Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.